A/N: it's been a while...a long while ever since I visited this site for the last time.
And now I'll become active-ish again with a new story (which is a bit better than the previous in my opinion)
Thought about this after watching the last son la malédiction.
But it's nothing like this..at all.
Hope you enjoy, this is the only story I was brave enough to upload since the last one..
Short chapter for the beginning since I'm not sure if it's good enough.

Steve sighed as he looked on the view over the fence. He had always wondered what there's there, how did that place changed since the last time he was there...
He was 25 now. Last time he was outside the Maria Stark Memorial Hospital was over 10 years ago...
He'd probably be stuck in this place for the rest of his life.
Most of the other people in the hospital were like him. They had no other choice but stay there, with false expectations that they'd ever feel better...that they'd get out of there in no time...
Steve figured out a long time ago those are lies.
There were the lucky once who didn't have something serious and were released in no time.
But from what Steve understood the rules were like this: stay more than a week, and you're ours forever.

In his first years, Steve refused talking with anyone. He came as an orphan to that place since his mother believed it'd be better for him, it was her last wish, that Steve would be somewhere people can take care of him, or that he'd be happy, and he decided to respect it.
He just wished there was more to do around the place. They let them out for a short time after the doctors did some very hurtful testing, and then they'd bring everyone back inside and let them do whatever they want as long as they don't leave the building.
But Steve wanted to know what there's outside. He wanted to see all the shops, the people, the huge buildings he saw in the skyline from his spot, the cats and dogs, the little parks people enjoyed walking in...And most of all, the wanted to see the ocean...the feel the salty water against his feet...to enjoy the sunset, to see how the water getting colored red...
He wanted to enjoy life..
But he had no other choice. The only option he had was to stay in the hospital, for the rest of his life. He had many illnesses.
Many.
And very bit of them had a cure right now.
Steve sighed and buried his face in his knees. He wanted to get out.
"Hey, again you and your suicidal thoughts?" Someone tapped on Steve's shoulder and sat beside him. Steve lifted his head to look at the guy.
"Hey Bucky." He smiled lightly. Bucky was the one of the few people who was kind to him. They became friends a bit after Bucky arrived.
They both were put in the same room but they didn't actually talk until Bucky helped Steve get away from some bullies who were picking on him. From that moment on, they barely left each other's side. Steve never actually found out why Bucky was held there, Bucky never told him but Steve didn't ask. He respected that, if Bucky wants to tell him, he would.
"My thoughts aren't suicidal," Steve pouted, "I'm just wondering how it's like to be outside..."
"Steve...not again..." Bucky sighed. That wasn't the first time he heard his friend starting his speech.
Ever since he met Steve he found him sitting a bit away from the hospital on the hill, looking at the city that seemed so far away...
He knew Steve had always dreamt about getting outside of this place, living normal life, falling in love...
But he knew that he can't live normally while being in the hospital..
"Can't you find someone here? There are lots of cute girls around the hospital..."
Steve shook his head. He couldn't think about dating someone from the hospital. He was there most of his live and he never saw someone he'd like.
Bucky made his friend lean his head against his shoulder and wrapped a hand around his shoulders. "It's going to be okay big guy, don't worry..." He smiled lightly. A light breeze moved through the trees and Steve's and Bucky's hair. Steve closed his eyes, it felt nice...a sign that the autumn is going to start soon, to Steve's regret.
His immune system wasn't the best. He couldn't get outside at all during the winter because he could get every possible illness the winter brought with it.
At times like this, Bucky would sneak some hot chocolate for himself and Steve, turn the heat on and sit with Steve under the blanket to look at the snow outside.
Once he even brought a snow ball from outside to show Steve.
Steve wanted to be outside and feel the snow no less than he wanted to get out of the hospital.
"Okay, boys then? There are lots of them too." Steve hit Bucky lightly, Bucky giggled.
"I'm here for you, don't worry~"
"Yeah...thanks Bucky..." Steve rolled his eyes amused and rested his head back on Bucky's shoulder.
"I just wish to get out of here.."
"So run away."
Steve knew Bucky was joking but he actually thought it's a good idea..not that he didn't think about that before, he did. But now, he wanted to get out more than ever.

At night, Steve slowly stood up and took the bag he prepared. He left the room quietly to not wake his friend. He didn't want to leave him all by himself, but he was sick of that place. He wanted to live a normal life, he wanted to see the outside.
He wanted to see more than the hospital. He didn't know what he'd do once he'd get out, he just wanted to be free...

Steve smiled as he finally managed to get out, it wasn't easy..
He turned his head to look at the hospital that was his home until now.
"Goodbye Bucky.. Thank you for everything.." He said quietly and started to run, he didn't get far as he bumped into someone.
"Running away huh?" The person asked, Steve looked up, the guy looked familiar.. He saw him a few times.. It was Tony stark..
He saw him walking around the hospital once in every month, checking the place, the patients, seeing if everything is in order.
He hated the guy, he created the place that made him miserable for his whole life.
And now, that guy stood in front of him.
Suddenly a heavy rain started. It was just the middle of September and yet such a rain was starting.
Tony opened an umbrella and protected himself and Steve from the rain, but it was too late for Steve. "Are you going to get me back there?" Steve asked, starting to shake. He was cold. And the wind which blew on his wet clothes didn't help him.
"Well, I have to. The hospital clearly says you have to stay." Tony checked the guy in front of him. "What's your name?"
"Steven Rogers Sir..."
Tony took his phone out and checked something.
Steve was starting to think about getting back. At least inside the hospital it was warm...
He slowly put his bag down and hugged himself, pulling his hood lower. He started regretting the whole thing. Why won't Tony hurry already and tell on him to the headmaster?
Soon enough Steve started coughing. His body already was hot. He bent down and searched in his bag after him inhaler.
"S-Sir...?"
"Hm? Oh, right. Let's go." Tony started walking in the opposite direction of the hospital. Steve quickly stood up and walked after him.
"The hospital is in the opposite way..." He said confused.
"I know. But right now the gate and doors are locked so you won't get in. I'll get you back tomorrow." Steve looked at Tony. He knew that was too good to be true. This guy didn't care about a thing...
Steve quietly followed, mad at himself that he didn't notice where he was running to.
He slowly got into the car while Tony's assistant put his stuff into the trunk of the car.
Steve looked back at the hospital. He had mixed feelings. He was glad to get out of there, but he knew Tony would return him tomorrow. Plus, he left his best friend all alone...
He sat at the far corner and leaned his head against the car window, looking outside.
"Hey Pepps. Sorry but something showed up so we can't meet today." He heard Tony talking on the phone, girlfriend probably. Steve sighed and closed his eyes. He was stupid enough to believe he'd ever be able to escape...

When they reached Tony's place, Tony had to wake Steve up.
Steve had fallen already asleep deeply, he was curled like a ball against the window and the only thing he could say as Tony woke him up was a quiet 'sorry'.
Tony asked someone to carry Steve's bag inside and walked him into the huge house.
Steve could barely walk straightly. He was tired, and hot. He could feel his body burning.
In the middle of his way in, he passed out.